“Brown.”
“You’re kidding. You like this?” She held up a shirt in flat brown. Ugly as sin.
“No. Like this.” I found a heathered sweater, three shades of brown twisted together to make a texture and pattern. Soft, too. And warm, like logs on the fire, hardwood floors, animal pelts, and food. Ancient, earthy, real.
“Oh.” She reached for something blue.
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